Resurrecting the Art of Serial Fiction

Guns n’ Graves -8-

Mystery led John to the next spot very slow. John didn’t mind it either. He came to the sad conclusion that whatever was happening wasn’t going to be over anytime soon and that there wasn’t just a simple, easy answer. There were many pieces of the puzzle that just weren’t there. The first piece was parts of John’s memory. He remembered everything about himself except what happened between falling asleep on the park pench and waking up on the desert with the card on his chest.

The searing heat didn’t let up on second. John felt like his was in an oven. When he checked the sky, there wasn’t a sun. The sky was blue with a touch of haze.